Kundalini Splendor

Monday, January 22, 2018

On the Other Side

From the Other SideI wonder how it will be with uswhen we meet on the other sideand look back on it all.Which days will we remember,which fall into the dustbinthat is the resting place of all thingsnot chosen.Will it be that sudden kissfrom a stranger,one that we welcomedand returned.Will it be that time inthe mountains,she lying on the bedof leaves and red berries,oh, how splendid.Will it be that day of exultation,the dissertation finished at last,the top of the pass reached,what celebration within.Will it be Greece,the road rising toward Delphi,the Maenads still rompingeverywhere,their spirits still alivein the land,awakening memories.Or a picnic at nightin the forest,the flames rising andanswering the stars,scattering sparks like earth's ownluminous galaxy,the rock circles aroundthe firesplitting open with the heat. Or maybe sitting quietlywith the others,listening to the Beethovenquartets in John's living room,each one a blessing.Which was best?And of coursethe unforgettable momentof the Awakening,Shiva pouring in,almost too much to bear.Almost too intense to recall.Your head opening,the realization.The invisible Belovedarriving.And then that Mozart concert,yourself a sounding board,rapture indescribable,were you going to levitateat last?Ineffable the word,no way to capture in language.How is it that all these episodesfused into a life,yours,some of which you remember,some not,all of it flowinginto a portrait of who you were.Dorothy WaltersJanuary 20, 2018

This site is dedicated to Patricia Lay-Dorsey, beloved friend, mentor, artist, and activist, who has given her life to making this world a better place. Click here to see Patricia's photographs. It was Patricia's photos that illustrated my blog from its beginnings through December 2006. From January 2007 through the present, the photos are my own unless otherwise noted.